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Sexy jerk.
“Unfulfilled. I understand that, especially since you left in the middle of the night,” he murmured, his voice tipped lower. Deeper. He glanced over my shoulder to see who was around, just in case. The kids were noisy, and we’d know they were coming well in advance. “I have a list, Aspen.” His eyes met mine. Held. “A long one. If you stayed in bed with me this morning, we could have crossed a few things off. You feel like I do.”
Horny? Was he feeling horny, too?
His cell chimed. With a look of annoyance, he pulled it from his pocket, read it, typed something, then put it away. I didn’t miss the way his jaw clenched before I glanced down, taking in the front of his jeans. They were well worn and cupped him in all the right places.
My pussy clenched remembering how big and hard he was, and I tried really, really hard not to whimper. I wanted more.
After Sierra returned from Johnny and Jackson’s house–and I had been orgasm-teased–I did a quick search for Shep Barnes on my cell while she grilled him on his job. So much popped up. I skimmed about the hit show and Luke’s role, proving what he said was true, but didn’t delve deeper. There hadn’t been time, but I also didn’t want to learn about Luke from the Internet.
He looked good in scrubs and a white doctor’s coat, but him in the flesh… and by flesh I meant completely naked, was soooo much better.
“I wasn’t expecting anything, Luke,” I replied. “Not more than a night. I’m not looking for anything. It’s not like this is real. Let’s just hike, okay?” I turned and started off again, kicking a small pebble with my shoe.
“I want more than a night,” he said.
I froze.
“Luke,” I almost begged because it was my pussy talking.
“Got burned by a guy, did you?” he asked.
I looked around, trying to recognize something as a way to put off his question. This was the trail I’d taken when I’d buried the ring. I didn’t remember when I turned off the path and veered into the woods. Looking back, it may not have been the smartest move.
Okay, the entire outing had been stupid because here I was, two years later, with three kids and a famous actor looking for a bulldog rock that may not actually exist.
But it was all proof that I had, indeed, been burned by a man.
Instead of answering, I called to the kids. “Let’s turn into the woods here!”
Sierra and the boys were way ahead, but they turned back, saw which way I pointed and changed directions, whooping and hollering and scaring away any nearby wildlife.
Luke looked around, took in the dappled sunlight through the pines. “It’s pretty up here.”
“Can’t hike much with all the time you spend in the ER?” I asked, smirking.
He tipped his chin and eyed me in a way that made goosebumps rise on my arms. “Remember what I said about being naughty?”
Yes, I definitely did. My pussy ached because he’d left me close to coming back at the house, completely unfulfilled.
Stepping close, he cupped the back of my neck. His hold was firm. Commanding. I tilted my head into his possessive touch. He had on the same ball cap as the night before–then to hide his face from the bar and now to shield it from the sun–and sunglasses. I couldn’t see his eyes with the reflective lenses, but was still drawn in. He was insanely attractive and for a mega-star, down to earth. “You’re mad you didn’t recognize me.”
I glanced away. “I feel foolish.”
He shook his head and made me look at him again with a little squeeze to my nape. Then he kissed me. Soft. Gentle. At first. Then he tipped my head to the side, as if putting me into exactly the right position for him to kiss me deeper. As quickly as this started, he pulled away.
“Don’t,” he said, eyeing my lips and breathing hard. “I love that you didn’t know. Moral of the story? Get a TV.”
He grinned and I shook my head but didn’t move because I liked the feel of his touch. Too much. I hoped he’d kiss me again. Maybe put his fingers back in my panties. What were we talking about? Oh yeah. “TV? No way. It’s corrupting. It steals time. Studies show that kids–”
He shifted his thumb to cover my lips.
“Did you miss where I said I love that you didn’t recognize me?” He dropped his hand. “Except for the part where you hit me with shin guards. Tiger, you have no idea how many people really think I’m a doctor or are interested in me because they want to sleep with a celebrity.”
I studied him, considered the situation he was in, where random people recognized him as, and associated him with, a character on TV. They didn’t even know his real name. I could understand how he didn’t want to be known solely through perception.
“Based on Sierra’s reaction, I have a pretty good idea,” I said. “Must be tough.”
